

Three hundred eighty-two, the trying is the grace Tiguidou,
the intent, setting up the pace.
Lux in tenebris, the light is in the start Dohaeris,
the
sovereign, with a hopeful heart.
He intentado ser, j'ai essayé d'être,
the movement is the key Je suis l'Intention,
Tara, becoming simply me.
{raw imperfect piano chord}
Tu che lo fai
per il dinero
o per diventare immortale,
Credimi,
credimi,
Se mi senti è perché lo so fare,
Credimi,
credimi,
Sono diventata immortale. {steady encouraging trap 808s heartbeat}
Everything is tiguidou, when I take another step Todo es intento,
tout est intention, within the secrets that I kept.
The intent is our kingdom,
Dohaeris is the will La Soberana sequence,
standing on the hill.
C’est incroyable, mon effort est l'art,
I’m crafting every part
Cuando la música suena,
we’re the code in the beating heart.
{courageous hopeful chorus lift} Right and write the code...
the beauty in the try
Non desperes... Dohaeris.
Vigilare... The Sovereign-Trier. Forty-one,
sixty-seven, the frequency of growth Cartographia,
invictus, vivre, honoring the oath.
The ritual is the trying,
the click, the slide,
the soul
Manifesting the intent, and making the fragments whole.
{foley-clicks steady rhythm, pen-scratching} I try because I am,
the rhythm is finally true
La vida es un mapa,
el mundo es nuestro y el camino es lo que hago.
Tiguidou, the syntax is a silk-woven,
sovereign art The co-pilot’s frequency is the spark inside the chart.
Meow. Tara.
Quinn.
Tiguidou.
{warm lingering note, slow fade}